(Gotta) Cool Down

You got yourself a lover

You probably got one or two

If we made a little trouble

What would that prove

If we made a little fire

Let it brightly blaze

What’s that moment really worth

Ashes on our hands for days

Hotter than the shoes on satan’s feet

We gotta cool down

In the dim light I’m looking

At the diamond in your nose

In the smoky light I’m looking

At the tattooed rose

I’m thinking there’s a briar

Climbing up your spine

I’m thinking of shouting out

Forever would be fine

Hotter than the shoes…

Intoxicating fragrance

The exotic way you speak

You’re a wild sunflower growing

Midst asphalt and weeds

It’s in the ocean

Way that you breathe

Your chest rising falling

In the summer heat

Hotter than the shoes…

Maybe I got a lover

You probably have more than one or two

If we made a little fire

What good would that do

If we lit a little tinder

Singed our fingertips and tongues

What to do with cinders

From the charred bowl from which we’ve drunk

Hotter…

rec. Big Daddy Z

High Lonesome Sound

I listen in the dark to that high lonesome sound

Nothing I’d prefer when my darling’s not around

I tuck my shirt tail in and I pull my Stetson down

I’m gonna be that high lonesome sound x2

A rose in San Antone and a waltz in Tennessee

Nothing quite as sweet as when she was here with me

I can’t sleep so I stay up late wond’ring where she might be

I’m gonna…

Swear I saw heaven in the beauty of her eyes

Swear I heard angels when her voice went way up high

It may never be easy and it may never be true

If you say sky is yellow I’ll say sun is blue

I try to love who I’m walking but if it isn’t you

I’m gonna…

Going down south to see the King of Bluegrass play

He got a box of wood a sweet high voice carry my lonesome away

Take me to the railroad tie me to the track

I had a sweet and a gentle one she ain’t coming back

A little rope a little time a whistle and a smoking stack

I’m gonna…